Monday, June 25, 2012

Failure: I Don't Want to Talk About It

Perhaps I've inadvertently stumbled upon a masterful training regimen: two weeks on, two weeks off. At least, that's been my pattern of late.

It's too early to hit the bright orange PANIC button, as the Akron Marathon is still a solid three months away. But there's a definite hole being dug at Team Booze Hounds.

Everything goes fine until the weekend, it seems. A mix of busyness and laziness prevails over the want of running. This weekend, it was a wedding.

My body was sore Saturday after a solid run-plus-par course on Friday. That morning Mrs. Viper and I took Dobson on a grueling 1.5-mile walk on the Towpath on another pleasant summer day.

Grueling for Dobson mostly, as he dragged me between shady spots and needed a panting break on our way back to the car. But also grueling for my feet, as I walked on the pebble-ridden crushed limestone path with bare soles.

The evening was spent standing or dancing in dress shoes at the outdoor wedding. The wife and I were both drained afterward, as she had just come off a long work week of standing on already sore feet. Sunday's biblically prescribed day of  rest seemed more apropos than embarking on a 10-mile run.

My training schedule keeps getting pushed back. One of these days, I'll need to catch up. Today is not that day.


David said...

All this distraction is temporary. In my case, it only lasted from 1986 to 2008 (marriage, dissertation, three kids, business start-up). Now I'm back to being focused on the important things in life - like running.

Jess said...

It's interval training, applied to the entire plan, that's all! :)